A Word That Rose

A Word that Rose—

Though mild - It seemed

Grew - Twisted Twirled and Cold

Became a Thorn that shot a heart

Beyond the Realm of Right—

A Word that Iced a fountain-smile

Like souls in limbo Stays

In pain – regretful sighs

No Earth – nor – Hell – neither Heaven

 

I used Dickinson’s poem A WindThat Rose for my inspiration

                                                         

Posted for MTB dVerse where we are writing in the style of Emily Dickinson

Acceptance

Misery

You are also a gift

Of kindness

From God

As it is from Him

I accept you

From the bottom of my heart

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Acceptance @ Poets United

In Tune with Nature

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Whenever I get a chance

I visit the Ganga

To listen to her melodious voice

She wraps me up with her cool breeze

And sponges up my despair

Little Shushuks* in her bosom

Leap up in joy

Such is the Ganga

Once I came across

The Himalayas

He was serenity itself

Incarnated in tranquil rocks

Showering bliss and peace

Calming all waves of thoughts

Pouring in appreciation

For having a life

Such are the Himalayas

                  

 

*Ganges river dolphins

 

Posted for dVerse Poetics: In Tune with Nature

In Memoriam

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A

Teacher

His each breath

Taught us to live

A life with purpose

To birth dream in our hearts

We light our torch from your wings**

No was Next Opportunity

And FAIL was First Attempt In Learning

Let these words penetrate deep in our bones

(I used the Etheree form, which is an unrhymed syllable counting form. It begins with a first line of one syllable and continues for ten lines increasing the syllable count by one each line.)

 

*In memory of our beloved former President of India, Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam, who was a great teacher, an eminent scholar and scientist and a wonderful leader who passed away last night of a heart attack while he was speaking on “Livable Planet”

 

**Wings of Fire, autobiography of Dr. Kalam

 

Posted for the word prompt “Teach” @ APED

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Shared with The Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

This Poem Is.......

photo by Margaret @ Real Toads

                     I

This poem has abyss eyes

Of the blistering souls

Who live on burnt landscape of suicide*

Yet dreaming of the sky to melt into blue water

And douse the hunger-flame in each gut

This poem is a groan

 

                     II

This poem pulls each groan to unite

Against the hot powdery earth

And birth deep ponds, trap rains, heed to BAIF

Whose labor of love would give magic yearns

To weave dreams of higher life

This poem is a battle-cry

 

                     III

This poem shows how magic was wrought

How soil’s wrath mellowed into green dreams

How drought’s vengeance was on the back foot

How prosperity embraced one and all

How every atom danced to the rhythm of life

This poem is a victory

 

                     IV

This poem is a groan of despaired souls

This poem is their united battle-cry

This poem is the magical victory of Man

*In 2012, the National Crime Records Bureau of India reported 13,754 farmer suicides. India is an agrarian country with around 60% of its people depending directly or indirectly upon agriculture. Farmer suicides account for 11.2% of all suicides in India.^[1] Activists and scholars have offered a number of conflicting reasons for farmer suicides, such as monsoon failure, high debt burdens, genetically modified crops, government policies, public mental health, personal issues and family problems.^[4][5][6] There are also accusation of states fudging the data on farmer suicides. Source: Wikipedia.

 

 I used the No. 3 prompt Imagined by Hannah "Boomerang Metaphors"

Posted for Margaret’s Play it Again, Toads @ Real Toads

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 Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

Taxman

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 When you are in this prison

Of the body

Beware of the Taxman

 

It’s not “There is one for you, and nineteen for me”

He will “take it all”

Awaits patiently the Taxman

 

Your service begins at birth

You pay with your ailment, fear and sorrow

Mail comes from the Taxman

 

He is the Sovereign

You are the subject living in false premise

There is the Taxman

 

Your heat of life will inevitably dim

“The pennies on your eyes” will stare

Will you see the Taxman?

 

This is His system

If His advices are kept

Happy is the Taxman

 

Written for M’s Get Listed – July @ Real Toads

 

Quotes are from Beetles' Taxman...

(The listed words were: taxman, heat, prison, fear, mail, inevitable, premise, sovereign, system, advice, beware, kept)

Unity

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My prayers for all

To be the bridge

Between discord and harmony

To be the thin crack of light

Between two banks of darkness

To be the spritely spring

Between blazing summer and icy winter

To become One

With All That Is

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Unity @ Poets United